Here I am writing about alcoholism again.
Outrage and sadness arrive fresh daily. How could anyone get used to news in a letter such as yours? How could anyone be unmoved by this tale? How could anyone shrug it off?
There is always hope. But hope is a kind of torture. It deprives us of a tidy exit. It will not let us turn our backs.
Don’t mean to be a downer, but wow. Wow. Life is tough sometimes.
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